Name(Pretty self explanatory): Nick Breckenwood Age(Second verse same as the first): 30 Gender(Whatever you go by): Male
Personality(What are they like?): Nick's a germophobe. Will NOT touch anything dirty, won't shake hands, nothin'. Aside from that, he's a pretty nice person. He likes to talk with people, and has a very easy time getting along with them.
M-Abilities(The magic part): Projectile spears of ice or balls of flame. These are shot from his hands.
Abilities(Anything they can do well that isn't magical): Nick is a fairly athletic person, so he can run fast, lift anything moderately heavy, etc.
Gear(Stuff they carry around with them): A backpack. He keeps all things he needs inside: Flashlight, a small knife, batteries, and a couple empty containers. Oh yeah, and tons of disinfectant.
M-Drive(Explained and exampled in my characters CS): The flashlight he keeps in his backpack. It's the fuel for his projectile magic. When it runs out of batteries, he runs out of batteries. That being said, every now and then, his eyes don't function correctly. They black out his vision, and by shining his flashlight, and his only, he can see.
Hobby(Idk, maybe your big muscley bad-ass likes to knit. not necessary to fill in): Studying insects. He has a strange addiction to picking them apart and studying their insides. He tries to keep his obsession to himself, trying to do it in secret.
Other(Anything I didn't mention): Has a good eye when his eyes are working correctly. That way, he is able to pick out important details.
London. Not exactly the place he wanted to be. Huge, full of hurried, bustling people, wizards and muggles alike. Bad reputation was all he had, and he didn't need his lure to be thrown even further into the lake of police watch. He'd just gotten away with a few small crimes, petty theft. Actually, he did so on his way to his destination.
Jackson noticed a man alongside the street. The man had a small table set up just outside a coffee shop. He could see that the magician was waving his hands about the table, just above a deck of cards. Jackson moved closer, taking quick notice of the valuables on the magician. A watch, a small pendent on his neck, and some sort of chain lying alongside his shorts.
With a quick smirk, Jackson swooped in and out, each piece of jewelry now inside his pockets. He noticed that the pendent was just some kind of rock tied to a string.
"I suppose I'll just have to get this one checked out..." he muttered.
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Jackson stood in front of a small bar. The Golden Pelican. He started forward, but hesitated. Looking down at his clothes, he sighed. He wore a dark leather coat, gloves, and sunglasses. totally not suspicious. Hesitating one last time, he moved forward, pushing the door open.
It felt fairly cozy. Not a feeling he was familiar with, nor one that he wanted to be familiar with. He pushed past a small group of people chatting, and moved to the bar. He noticed a few other people speaking. Not sure whether or not they were to be trusted, he minded his own business.
Instead, he pulled over a stool and sat down. His hand fell heavy onto the bar.
"How much for a drink 'round here?" he asked, his voice deep and gravelly. He wore a scowl, though it was hardly visible behind his sunglasses.
PERSONALITY: Very, very independent, Jackson isn't the ideal person to spend time with. He's got to do everything himself, whether that be something simple or extremely complex. His anger issues don't exactly help that fact. He's been known to be a very strong person, and most people would advise you to stay away from him.
Jackson prefers to come up with things as he goes. He never really has a plan or idea, he just "wings it". He's pretty sharp, but not so much so as to help him get everything done on his own. He is mostly described as a "loose-cannon", and cannot receive no as an answer.
If your lucky enough to get close to him, he won't let anything happen to you or people close to you, so long as they're fine with his personality. On the outside, he's a jerky son-of-a-gun, but on the inside, waaaaaaaaay down there, he cares. You just need to put the effort in to get there. Next to nobody has every been so close to him.
He gets things done with his physical power most of the time. He has smarts, but doesn't use them as much as he should.
It's just his way.
Jackson was an only child for the majority of his childhood. Living in a magical household, it really wasn't too bad. He was actually a happy, giddy little kid. The family got along, and he had close friends. When he got his letter sending him to Hogwarts, he was overwhelmed with joy.
He spent three years there, always returning to his home when he could. Everything was great, until his father was accused of practice of the Dark Arts. They spent another year trying to prove it wrong, but it was true. They found evidence, that being his association with some other well-known sketchy wizards and witches. One of his associates being Jackson's mother.
After his family was jailed, he was forced into living with his uncle. His aunt had passed the year before, and he didn't know how his uncle was handling it. As it turned out, he wasn't taking it too well.
Taught by his despicable uncle the basics of the Dark Arts, he was expelled from Hogwarts in his 6th year. It was not entirely his fault either. His uncle had spoken about it to the DADA teacher, hoping that he would keep it a secret. Later, it was found out that he'd had a bit much to drink, and was brought into Azkaban 3 months later for the killing of an innocent muggle.
From that point on, Jackson learned to live on his own. He rented an apartment and gave up his Dark Arts practices. Though he never once forgot how to use it, he prefers not to use it when he can.
FAMILIAR: Anima, a small, mute, female crow.
WAND: Twelve Inches, Willow, the core being Unicorn Hair.
PATRONUS: A bat
SPECIAL STUFF: Jackson's knowledge of the law (having to listen to his parents' hearings, as well as his uncle's) and the Dark Arts, he is skilled with the use of curses in secret. Though he cannot pull off the killing curse, he is skilled with the Imperius curse. His use of the Cruciatus is limited, and not very talented.
Lately he's been involved with some petty crimes and such. His identity is out there, but he is not very high on the list. Crime has begun to grow on him as somewhat of an addiction.